A Scout of To-day - The Original Classic Edition
Nonfiction, Reference & Language, Reference, Fiction & Literature
| Author: | Hornibrook Isabel | ISBN: | 9781486412938 |
| Publisher: | Emereo Publishing | Publication: | October 24, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Emereo Publishing | Language: | English |
| Author: | Hornibrook Isabel |
| ISBN: | 9781486412938 |
| Publisher: | Emereo Publishing |
| Publication: | October 24, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Emereo Publishing |
| Language: | English |
This is a freshly published edition of this culturally important work, which is now, at last, again available to you.
Enjoy this classic work. These few paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside:
Colin Estey stretched his well-developed fourteen-year-old body among the tall feathery grasses of the broad salt-marsh whereon he lay, kicking his heels in the September sunshine, and gazed longingly off toward the grand expanse of New England woodland that bordered the marshes and, rising into tree-clad hills, stretched away much farther than the eye could reach in apparently illimitable majesty.
...Yet though the unprobed mystery of the dense woods vexed him with the feeling of being immature and young?woodland distances look vaster at fourteen than at eighteen?it fascinated him, too, more than did any riddle of the salt-marshes or lunar enigma of the ebb and flow of tide in the silvery, brackish river formed by an arm of sea that coursed inland for many a mile to meet a freshwater stream near the town where Colin was born.
...I want to go farther into those old woods than I?ve ever gone before?far enough to find Varney?s Paintpot and the Bear?s Den?and the coon?s hole that Toiney Leduc saw among the alders an? ledges near Big Swamp!?
...I want to go far into the woods to-day,??his hands doubled and opened excitedly, as if grasping at something hitherto out of reach,??farther than I?ve ever been before,?far enough to see Varney?s Paintpot and the old Bear?s Den?and some of the other wonders that the men tell about!?
...?It looks to me as if some lightfooted animal were in the habit of passing here that might carry the seeds along,? said the perpetrator of the prank presently, dropping upon his hands and knees to examine breathlessly the leaves and brambles pressed down into a trail so light that it seemed the mere shadow of a pathway leading off into the woods at right angles from where the boys stood.
This is a freshly published edition of this culturally important work, which is now, at last, again available to you.
Enjoy this classic work. These few paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside:
Colin Estey stretched his well-developed fourteen-year-old body among the tall feathery grasses of the broad salt-marsh whereon he lay, kicking his heels in the September sunshine, and gazed longingly off toward the grand expanse of New England woodland that bordered the marshes and, rising into tree-clad hills, stretched away much farther than the eye could reach in apparently illimitable majesty.
...Yet though the unprobed mystery of the dense woods vexed him with the feeling of being immature and young?woodland distances look vaster at fourteen than at eighteen?it fascinated him, too, more than did any riddle of the salt-marshes or lunar enigma of the ebb and flow of tide in the silvery, brackish river formed by an arm of sea that coursed inland for many a mile to meet a freshwater stream near the town where Colin was born.
...I want to go farther into those old woods than I?ve ever gone before?far enough to find Varney?s Paintpot and the Bear?s Den?and the coon?s hole that Toiney Leduc saw among the alders an? ledges near Big Swamp!?
...I want to go far into the woods to-day,??his hands doubled and opened excitedly, as if grasping at something hitherto out of reach,??farther than I?ve ever been before,?far enough to see Varney?s Paintpot and the old Bear?s Den?and some of the other wonders that the men tell about!?
...?It looks to me as if some lightfooted animal were in the habit of passing here that might carry the seeds along,? said the perpetrator of the prank presently, dropping upon his hands and knees to examine breathlessly the leaves and brambles pressed down into a trail so light that it seemed the mere shadow of a pathway leading off into the woods at right angles from where the boys stood.
